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I hate when people say they feel me man, I that shit.
be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever

You feel me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the girl you hates you
And your friends off shots of
you ordered
Then forget about the game you on top of
Your famous ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And you forget her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like
And deal with the
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That shit up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be hour
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

I've been too long
been faded too long
I've been too long
Why won't it start? The
Why won't it The ride

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell you're in it
And the world around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some and paintings
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
And so you up there night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone
But you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And come out every night to let the see the nigga
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you feel ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and in so long
I'm right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold after summers rolled on
And all you knew is and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's at home
What's good at
The same are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty
Problem children that all be Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm evading
But I blew six million on my self and I feel
Young money maker, season ticket
Season switching
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn't fuck my freshman flow
Look at fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will get meaner
Take care

I'm still faded, faded, faded, (the ride)
Why won't it start the
Why won't it the ride?
Why it start ooh the ride?